From the wise Elisabeth Elliot

The Face of Jesus

The face of Jesus:

marred more than any man--
spit upon,
slapped,
thorn-pierced,
bloodied,
sweating,
the beard plucked,
twisted in pain--

For my salvation.


A glorious face, now.
Let its light shine on me, O Light of Life.
Let Your radiance fall on me, Sun and Savior,
Lighten my darkness.
Then grant me this by Your grace:
That I, in turn, may give
"The light of the knowledge of the glory of God" (2 Cor 4:6 AV)
As I see it in the face of Jesus Christ.

Adventures to the big Cities :)

Well....there was about 6 inches on the ground when I left the good old M T on Friday. Snow storm headed east, that's the direction I was going. Wahoo! I love driving in snow (but not really) but I did anyway. 3 Hours outside of Billings, I stop in Glendive for gas. As I pull of the off ramp, I notice my car sounds a little funny, my tires. I get out and the ice in my wheel wells has built up so much that it is rubbing on my tires. YIKES. So I start to kick, naturally :) After bruising both of my big toes I give up and decided the best solution would be to melt it in the car wash, I finish gassing, run inside to pee and pay (a little confused why the truckers were smiling at me, until i remembered my recent actions. I"m sure it was lovely). Anywhoooo away I drive down the road into a town i know NOTHING about. No car wash. Is it safe to drive with ice touching your tires? Probably not, so I get out with my ice scraper, get down on my hands and knees and just pound with all my might. I am on main street, on my knees, next to my car, in zero degree weather....Did i mention I still need to purchase a belt. Yep, I was that person that you always make fun of sitting there on the side of the street. I gave up, after getting about 80% off, and drive to Bismark.

Bismark has car washes :) Five dollars is all you need to suds my little baby up and rinse her with warm water. But its the Dakotas, its so cold the soap is freezing to the car as it hits it. I get rinsed and exit the car wash....no such luck. Ice? Still there...touching my tire. :( bad, but...its getting late and I have a date with the Couch in Beth's apartment which is still 6 hours away. So I drive on.

Fargo....I get off at my usual exit, at my usual gas station. (oh, side note...my car door is broken so I have to roll down the window and open it up from the outside) I try to roll down my window. FROZEN SHUT! AHHHHHH I'm trapped inside my car. Wait, Wait, no no...I have a passenger's side door...which is also FROZEN SHUT but I manage to get out. I go to the gas tank...frozen shut, now what....I Can'T Get stuck in Fargo! I am far to close to the cities to quit now. :( ahhh. Mean while my neighbor calls. I am in freak out mode so I'm yelling at him with a loud high pitched voice as I tell him that I"m going back through the drive through to thaw out my car. "its just going to freeze again, Becky" he tells me but he stays on the line while I wash and then go to the pump. I get out....Gas tank....STILL STUCK SHUT. I'm yelling this into the phone: HOW COME IT WON"T OPEN?!?!? so I break it open, put the hose in the tank and pull up on the lever...its not pumping. I yell that at him too. Loud and High Pitched (I'm sure he loved it, apparently so did everyone else at the other 12 gas pumps) I hang up the phone, turn around and look at all the other gas pumpers staring at me in confusion and concern...probably thinking-should this girl be driving a car if she can't even figure out how to pump her own gas??--that's probably what I would be thinking. I smiled, waved, and got in my car and drove away. Don't worry, I remembered to remove the hose and return it to its latch on the pump. AND I made it to the cities safely....the ice is still on the car.